Don't own a thing.
Tunnels felt normal, natural and Booth had no idea why. It was a little case of deja vu, like he'd spent years upon years walking through such. Not these, not specifically, but similar.
It was eerie and distracting.
This certainly wasn't the first time he'd had to investigate in such but every time it seemed to strike something in him. This one in particular. Maybe it was all the extra time on this case or the fact strange things kept making him feel like he was trying to remember something he just couldn't... who knew. But there was something clawing away at him from inside.